I used to think the world stays the same.
The sun would rise and the people awake,
Almost immediately, the world felt fake.
A routine of work became our fate.
But then a hope would glisten as the sun sets away,
The moon would appear and say: thank you for another day.
So, the people return home, grateful for the end of their shifts.
Beds become warm as snores echo through the night.
The moon would follow me as I battle through an internal fight.
It would illuminate my shining light.
And before I knew it,
I became a child of the moon
As it thanks me, for being its only true.
– True pair of eyes, a poem.
Poem written by svnglxssed
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She-Alpha
WerewolfBorn to an Alpha father and a twin brother, Ivy struggles to claim and secure her rightful title as the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack. As a female, she wasn't trusted to protect her pack as much as her stronger brother, and her swift skills and older...
